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Hello, i would like to invite you to read the next installment (chapter 3) of my new story, “American Princess” hosted exclusively by Sophia Toxic at her incredible site www.toxictreat.com
For those of you who would prefer to listen (by podcast) to the story, i have recorded each chapter and the introduction for your listening pleasure. These podcasts are also available at www.toxictreat.com
“American Princess” will be exclusively published by Sophia Toxic of www.toxictreat.com
i have currently posted three chapters of the story and i am working on chapter 4 which will be up in two weeks. (expect things to really HEAT UP in chapter 4!) Miss Sophia will be posting new chapters on her site as the story progresses so check back frequently! My older slave shoelicker stories can also be found at her site along with stories by other femdom authors as well. The site also contains many other aspects of Female Domination which you will find very fascinating!
Please feel free to leave your feedback and suggestions for the story when you drop by. Your comments are most welcome!
Here is an excerpt for you to give an idea of what you can expect.....
Don squirmed just a little, attempting to renew the caressing of his straining cock with the lithe and nubile young legs of Jenny Chang. Jenny bent her legs slightly and rested the soles of her maryjane shoes on Don’s thighs, removing contact with his ready to erupt penis.
“I have been in this school uniform since the meeting, would you mind if I took my shoes off?” Jenny said imploringly and with just a little bit of a pout on her face that would’ve made it impossible for anyone to refuse, let alone the captivated and entranced Professor Don Conway.
“Uh, why no, uh, that is quite all right Jenny, you should be comfortable, uh, please relax, you should feel that you can always relax here,” Don said somewhat more excitedly than he should have as the pout on Jenny’s face slowly transformed into that innocent schoolgirl smile with a hint of wickedness to it that was impossible for Don to notice in his heightened arousal and dreamlike state.
“Would you take them off for me, Professor?” She said slowly, as if she were very unsure she could ask for such a favor from him. Her expression changing from a smile to that of a sweet girl, wide eyed and doe like, asking for something she hoped to have, but knowing it was a lot to ask. Jenny exerted a slight pressure on Don’s thighs and slid her shoes forward a bit so that they once again were in contact with his swollen member.
Don hesitated as he relished the renewed contact of her shoes with his cock, and Jenny moved her feet back and forth as if to say, “I am impatiently waiting professor!”
Don squirmed at Jenny’s momentary inpatient massage, and without responding verbally, he slowly reached for her shoe. She lifted one foot slightly, slowly twisting it to expose the silver buckle. Don gently reached out for it, cupping the sole with one hand and gingerly easing the leather out of the buckle as if working with a very fragile piece of art. He stared intensely at it, as if the difficulty of the job required his full and undivided attention.
“Thank you Professor,” Jenny giggled, “you’re so sweet!” But the remark which should have annoyed Don with its slight hint of belittlement by Jenny instead elicited only a “Mmm” from Don as he remained fully focused and concentrating on the “very important” task he had undertaken. Don was indeed a “kid in a candy store.”
After undoing the buckle, Don very carefully slipped Jenny’s heel from the pretty girl’s shoe. He could feel the warmth and moisture escape as he eased the shoe from her petite, perfectly arched foot. Don carefully placed the shoe on the couch, and with both hands he slowly lowered Jenny’s foot to his lap. Don’s eyes remained glued upon the shapely foot as his tongue involuntarily slid across his lower lip.
Jenny smiled and almost giggled as she watched poor professor Conway struggle with his insane desire for the object of his fixation. She wiggled her toes and applied pressure with the other mary jane shoe to snap Don back to the task at hand.
The warm late summer day and the confining black patent leather combined to cause Jenny’s feet to sweat in the warm confined enclosure. The sweet aroma reached Don’s nostrils just as he began his work on unbuckling the other Mary Jane shoe. Instinctively he inhaled deeply, drawing in Jenny’s aromatic foot fragrance and momentarily becoming distracted again. Jenny giggled once again at the poor man’s struggle with his intense arousal and his failing attempt to retain composure.
She allowed him a brief respite to take in her foot scent before wiggling her toes to indicate her growing impatience. Don removed the shoe and very carefully placed it next to its mate as if it were a very expensive and fragile piece of art. He then took great care to lower Jenny’s other foot to his lap, taking the liberty to run his fingers lightly along the underside of her petite shapely foot, eliciting a playful giggle from Jenny from the sensations.
“That tickles Professor!” Jenny giggled as she bounced her feet up and down in his lap.
“Oh, I am sorry Jenny,” Don apologized, as he slowly tore his eyes away from her feet to look at her.
Jenny was smiling, appearing quite happy, and this brought a smile to Don as well. “That’s okay,” Jenny offered, “I liked it! Do you think you can rub them a little for me?” Jenny asked sheepishly as she lowered and cocked her head slightly doing her best little schoolgirl pleading look.
“It’s really not a problem, no problem at all,” Don said reassuringly, his senses making just the slightest of recoveries. He vaguely wondered why she hadn’t remarked or reacted negatively to the state of his aroused manhood, or whether her innocence had prevented her from being fully aware of just how excited he had become due to her presence.
Jenny lifted one foot to chest level to signify Don should begin the massage. “Oh, thank you Professor, no one has ever done this for me,” she cooed, arching her back and closing her eyes. With her back arched, Don for the first time took notice of her perfect firm young breasts. There was absolutely nothing about this girl that didn’t define perfection he thought.
Jenny continued to lay back with her eyes closed, moaning softly with delight, enjoying immensely her foot massage. Don took this opportunity to slowly draw her foot closer to him. Leaning slightly forward, he kissed her foot tentatively, drinking in the sweet fragrance then looking to see if this caused a reaction from Jenny. She appeared as if she were almost sleeping, perfectly relaxed and resting. Don kissed her foot again, this time lingering longer, closing his eyes. Jenny’s other foot was slowly increasing its pressure on his straining and aching cock. Don was flexing his hips slightly to meet with the pressure of her comely foot in the pretty pink laced ankle sock.
Don stole another glance at Jenny, who still appeared completely at rest and unaware. He kissed her foot more boldly as climax was moments away. He shifted to get the perfect pressure from her foot against his twitching penis.
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